.You move your hand lazily up to feel it, the leather Laing tight against your skin... the metal ring, normally cold to touch, now warm from the bath..... still new, but so welcoming, so familiar and right... It feels as if the collar always belongs there... reminding you of my presence, my intentions... the pleasure of being with me...You slip out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub... you hand falls down between your legs... feeling the length of hair... I have been gone for a while.... If you know him, you must know that. So, if you'll excuse me..." Mrs. Riley, if I may, I'm not here to cause you any embarrassment or difficulty. But, well, Sean saved me in the joint, and I promised I'd at least try to get him word about you and his children if I could. Could I—would it be all right if..." She sighed, stepped back, and opened the door wider so I could enter.Ten minutes later, coffee on the kitchen table in front us, the two of us, I got the story. Sean had told it straight.. Yes you are right. I do. I do it every night. I lie in my bed with my legs spread wide. I open myself with my left hand, my fingers spread either side of my pussy lips and I stroke the index and middle fingers of my right hand along my vagina till I am soaked and then I find my little nub ? my clitoris Master ? and I thrum my fingers back and forth till I cum.I think of you Master; always. When I masturbate all I can think about is you. Sometimes when I am sat at my desk in front of yours. Two men came running up and brandished tomahawks at them, but Joe had seen enough movies to know not to show any fear. The Indians demanded that they leave immediately, but Joe, in his halting trade language, said that they had no intention of leaving before he had talked to their village elders.This precipitated an immediate attack by the two Indians. Joe ducked under the tomahawk swings and laid out the attackers with his bare hands, being careful not to do more than break a few minor bones..